Paroles Ghetto Symphony

de Snoop dogg

Yo nephew, give me some of that no limit shit

Yeah, we got my nigga Fiend in the house

C-Murder in this motherfucker, Mystikal all up in this bitch

Goldie Loc, mm, mm, my nephew Silkk the Shocker

Oh yeah, we got somethin' for the ladies too

Mia X, run this bitch

Lyrical arsonist, lady alligator

Down South, hustler, former weight smuggler

I'm mother, of the Tank, gave birth to an army

Guerrilla millionaires, so don't even ask, if you wanna

Get to clappin', soldier action specialty of style

We made the whole world respect the underground while

Some of y'all niggaz talk shit and get mad

'Cause we did it with a foot up your ass and it's still there

I cares not about your click or your block

I'm still that same bitch to run up in your spot and knock you off

Broad, with the cause, bitch on a mission

Keep them niggaz by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin'

Missin' the game, damn bitch it's written in plain Ebonics

So shake that come-up off you brain and do the knowledge

Mia X, kickin' off the ghetto symphony

Next soldier up, tell 'em who the fuck you be

(What? It's Fiend y'all)

Put me in the ring with real MC's and watch 'em run for cover

And hidin' in trees, to escape the mic that I breathe on

Bleed on, exceed on

Weak rappers with titles after twelve

Hit a bell that's what I'll feed on

Microphone Don, walkin' flesh, talkin' bomb

Bringin' harm, to the calm and, them be alarmed

It's the African, oh, you wanna battle again?

I'll turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday plans

Oh damn, totin' two pistols like Yosemite Sam

Old man be grand, loud as the Southern band

Pickups and caravans, the soldier, that could, that can

I would be the man but God beat me to them plans

Next up, on the M I C

C-Murder, get busy for the symphony

I be's that nigga on the tank, always trippin' never slippin'

Have you reminiscin' and missin', that fool in your picture

Call me Bossalinie bitch without the Mo's at shows

And fuck dose who oppose we runnin' them hoes

365 motherfuckin' days a year

I have your fool staggerin' just like a bottle of beer

You niggaz runnin' from the cops, well I ain't runnin' no mo'

I flip the bird when I swerve, man, fuck them hoes

I'm crazy my nagga but uh, I thought y'all knew that, shit

Oh you ain't see the news? Shit I'm the nigga with the TRU tat

Ask my nigga Keno, shit, I just don't give a fuck

And if you run up wrong, I'ma fuck you up, you bitch you

Next up, on the M I C

Silkk the Shocker get busy on the symphony

Now when I come this far fucker, don't it sound like a hit?

Y'all didn't know what the fuck y'all thinkin' 'bout

You sound like a bitch


Shit it sound like a wish, you know when you got a

Motherfuckin' hit bitch? When it sound like this

Or you fake niggaz get enough heart, and try to

Bust a rhyme at this clip

Fuck around and miss, then fuck around and get found in a ditch

Gotta labels give me dough, when they find I can, gross this much

Freestyle shit, you can tell em I ain't, wrote this stuff

Silkk the Shocker, KLC perv and mash like, Snoop and Dre nigga

Y'all can relate to [unverified] get a contract like, MJ nigga

It ain't where you from, it's where the fuck you at

N O L I M I T, Top Dogg, and I'm fuckin' with that

Next up, on the M I C

Mystikal get busy on the symphony

Who shit motherfucker goddamn

I keep it hype, bitch I'm the man

When the fuck you ever heard somebody say

That they don't say my song

Or that I don't roll on every fuckin' verse I'm rappin' on

(That nigga Mystikal tighter than a muh'fucker)

Ha, ha?

I came up off of Peter Piper bells and the LL's bad

Nee nigga to be pissed off with me

'Cause their old lady they call me their baby

MC's pilin' up and crowdin' up but I'm their favorite

The type to fly buyin' a Z-28 IROC

And chop you in your motherfuckin' face

(Hii, yah)

Your album ain't tite, what in the fuck is you pushin'?

You played out just like old woman pussy

Next up, on the M I C

Goldie Loc, get busy on the symphony

Now watch me put these haters to the test, accumulatin' with my stress

Fold 'em fuck 'em fifty, get the shit up off my chest

Releasin' anger, all natural gangsta energy

Goldie Loc the name, Dogg House game

Motherfuckers better start backin' up

(Whattup whattup)

We in the Tank punk busters

Motherfuckers don't wanna see us loc'd up

Little Goldie Loc, Goldie Locks the same thang

Smashin' for the hood, 'cause I wanted to gang bang

Last up, I believe that's me

Snoop Dogg, light up the mic for the symphony

This jam is dedicated to all non optimistics

That thought I wasn't comin', out with some exquisite, rhymes

But that's okay, 'cause now I'm back

To kill all the rumors and straighten the facts

Like I'm, doin' bad, gettin' ganked for my bank

Now you all on my dick when you see I'm TRU Tank Dogg

You say, "Mm, mm, mm, ain't that somethin'

Dogg I bought yo' album, my nigga, that shit is bumpin'

I apologize, I'm sorry for the drama

Can I get your autograph for my baby momma?"

Shit I'm settin' it off, lettin' it off, bustin'

Hustlin', rushin', dustin' motherfuckers

Droppin' the heat, lock up the street, we 'posed to

I put this pistol in your mouth, now what you gon' do?

Top of the line, first class

I pop a cap in yo' ass, then pop some more in the glass

Too legit to quit, I'm spittin' gangsta shit

Man fuck all that yappin', we bout that gun clappin'

No Limit, yeah, that's what's happenin'

Fuck all that yappin', we bout that gun clappin', yeah

In the real world, talk is cheap, actions speak louder than words

No Limit Records, here to protect and serve

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